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Post by Green on Mar 8, 2014 4:59:02 GMT -5
| YES, I AM THAT GUY All he had done was go for a walk, it wasn't even a long walk, thirty minutes at most. But within those thirty minutes a bunch of thugs had managed to break into his apartment and steal some valuables, but at least there wasn't anything with value in that apartment since it wasn't his permanent home; it was rented. Remoor isn't Green's home, it is just an escape at most. Life in Kanto was getting awfully boring, especially in the gym. There were no trainers that excited him or caught his attention. Not to mention how much he hates Kanto. Despite his other accomplishments all he is is 'the shortest reigning champion'. Freakin' Red.
That thirty minute walk was walking to and from the park where he loved to go. Some people would recognize him almost immediately and comment on his short reign. To be honest he somewhat enjoyed the attention he was getting, the only thing that would make it better is if it was for another reason like him being a great trainer.
"I'd like to report a crime," Green said as he approached the counter of the police headquarters. The policeman didn't take note of what Green had said as he was busy away on the phone. Green annoyingly tapped his feet against the ground. "Hey, are you even listening?"
The police officer glanced up for about half a second and back down again - raising his index finger. Green wanted to smack away that bony index finger but he he refrained from doing so with a sigh. He looked to the left and noticed a vending machine. Might as well. Eyes scanned the vending machine trying to find something he likes. Nothing caught his eye and it made him somewhat sad. He smacked the machine and sighed again, slipping his hands back into his pockets.
"Are you done yet?" Green asked as he stared down at the policeman. He hung up the phone and looked up.
"Yes, what crime would you like to report?" the policeman replied with a question of his own.
"Is it just you or is everyone bad at their job?" Green smirked. He placed his arm on the counter and leaned forward. "Maybe it's just you."
"Sir, do you have a crime to report or not?" the policeman asked hastily.
"Yeah, some dudes robbed my house," Green said. The policeman slid open a drawer and took out a sheet of paper, handing it to Green. "What's this?"
"Fill it out and come back when you're done," the policeman replied and his head shot back down. At that point Green just wanted to smack that policeman's head in. He went to a bench by the wall and sat down. He stared down at the form he was given. His hands fiddled with his pockets before realizing he did not have a pen on him. At this point he just wanted to lay down and give up, which he did. On the bench was Green laying on his back with a sheet of paper in his hand staring up at the white ceiling. coded by electric of gs |
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Post by Green on Mar 9, 2014 0:17:28 GMT -5
| YES, I AM THAT GUY Tall and sexy would be the words used to describe the lady in front of Green. Violet hair with dark blue eyes were perched on him. A single hand was extended out with a pen at the end of it. Green grabbed the pen and stood up, dusting off his coat in the process. He wondered how his hair looked but at that point there was no changing it without looking like a loser. He extended out his free hand to offer a gentle handshake. A smile protruded on his lips.
"Thanks. Green," Green introduced. His eyes couldn't help but gaze at the lady in front of him; eyes scanning from heir violet hair to her toes. She was wearing a white lab coat. He assumed she worked as some sort of an analyst for the police for her to be there. Maybe she handled the corpses in the morgue? Green might have just been staring at her for quite some time before realizing. "And yes that is a color."
Green hazily gave the man at the counter a sneer before gesturing for the lady to sit down on the bench. His back couldn't help but find the wall as he leaned on it, eyes still locked onto the lady. Then he realized what he first came here to do. He took the sheet and pen and quickly scribbled stuff onto it. He might have missed a couple of questions but his mind wasn't focusing at that point. He swiftly went back to the counter and gave the policeman the sheet. "Better get to it," Green sneered.
"So what do you do here?" Green asked. coded by electric of gs |
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Post by Green on Mar 9, 2014 2:50:25 GMT -5
| YES, I AM THAT GUY If her name had been called Violet, Green would probably have flipped out on the spot. But no that didn’t happen, her name was Anastasia (which was a beautiful name). But he learned that after he had been told off by a little cat who appeared to be a tad bit overprotective of Ana. He gave the little cat a glare of his own but his eyes soon met hers again. He smiled as she briefly explained what her job was.
Blood splatter analyst. Green thought that was one hella’ cool job. You get paid to examine blood, furthermore you actually know what to look for like the patterns and such. The only real downside to being a blood splatter analyst is that blood was the color red (curses). He tried to contain his excitement but to no avail he soon asked another question. “What’s your blood type?” Green asked rather randomly.
Green was stunned to have been called ‘Mr. Oak’, but wasn’t shocked that she recognized him (he was ex-champion after all). No one has called him that ever, and to it made him feel a little bit weird inside. “People don’t normally call me Mr. Oak, or Oak for that matter. Call me Green,” Green suggested.
There were a few ways that they could move on from this situation. One, they go out for drinks to discuss more about it. Two, they go back to Green’s place (which was trashed). Or three, try his best to change the topic and hope that it works out. Option two wasn’t going to be it since his place was upside down at the moment, and it wasn’t even his place. Drinks didn’t sound all that bad, but he didn’t want to talk about the case even though that was his original intentions when he came here. So that left option three. Or drinks, drinks sounded good.
“When do you get off work?” Green asked, trying his best not to sound like a weirdo. He was wary of the little Meowstic Ana had, any moment now and his face could’ve been ripped apart. He didn’t particularly like cats and their sharp claws, dogs were more his type since they were man’s best friend. One of the reasons why he has an Arcanine and an Eevee. Cats just weren’t his thing.
“Coffee should be nice, and I could explain more of what happened,” Green suggested. Just an excuse, he honestly wasn’t going to talk about the incident, to hell with it. He could just buy new stuff or move out, didn’t particularly matter to him.
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